Sam walked into the living room of the 'house' he shared with his dad one day and found the man seated on the couch. "Morning."

"Morning, kiddo. You sleep well?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah, fine," Sam lied as he sat down next to his father. He hadn't slept well in a couple of days, since his ability set things on fire made itself known. Aside from smiting, it was the most dangerous power he'd developed. The difference was that smiting he had to actually be trying to do. He could start a fire at any moment without realizing it. It was extremely frightening.

"Yeah? Tossing and turning is sleeping well?" Gabriel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Why'd you ask if you already knew the answer?" Sam grumbled

Gabriel ignored the question. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Nothing that wasn't already wrong before. I just hate it here and I miss Dean," Sam lied. He hadn't told his father what happened. He knew he should, but he didn't want him to know. His had would make him learn it more and he didn't want to, and he especially didn't want to do with him. What if he accidently set his own father on fire?

That was part of the reason Sam didn't tell him. The other part was much more childish. Michael had pretty much ordered him to tell his father, and he refused to give in to any demands of Michael's. That bastard had no business trying to order him around.

"Really. You were sleeping okay before," Gabriel said, not sure he bought his son's explanation.

"Well, it just gets worse," Sam said. That part wasn't a lie. Things didn't get better. He only hated life worse as time went on. That was especially true after encountering Michael.

Gabriel sighed and put a hand on his son's shoulder. "It won't be like this forever. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it will get better.

Sam began to get angry. He got angry every time his father would say something like that. He knew the archangel was just trying to help him, but it didn't help. It only made him more angry. He needed to get out of there before he said something he regretted. I'm gonna go change. I'm gonna take a walk."

Gabriel watched Sam stand up and start to leave. He got up and gently took a hold of his son's arm. "Hey. Stop pushing me away, alright? Please, just sit and talk to me."

"I can't. When I try to talk to you about Dean, I just get angry and I say something I shouldn't. Then you get angry and I get more angry. I know it's not right, but you're the only one here for me to lash out at. Please, just let me be," Sam said before pulling away and heading out of the room.

Gabriel sighed. The pain his son was going through was breaking his heart, and Sam was right, it only seemed to be getting worse so far. For the love of his father, Gabriel just wanted to murder Michael for doing this.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Sam found himself on a bench in one of the many corridors of Heaven. Usually he went to the garden to think, but he decided it might not be the best idea to be surrounded by wood and trees just after learning he could set things on fire.

"Hello, little nephew," a new voice said.

Sam turned just in time to see Balthazar sit down next to him. "Hey, Balthazar. It's best you not be around me right now. I am not good company."

"I take it you haven't taken my advice then," Balthazar said.

Sam snorted. "You mean your advice to somehow get happy about being trapped her and not being allowed to see my brother? No, I haven't."

"Well, that's fine, I suppose. So long as you like being miserable," Balthazar said.

Sam huffed as he began to get angry. He had to try to force it down, so he didn't get too angry, like he had with Michael. He didn't want to accidently hurt Balthazar.

Balthazar looked past Sam to the figure approaching behind him. "Well, this doesn't seem likely to help your misery."

Before Sam could question what the angel meant by that, he heard the one voice hated. Michael's voice.

"It's not wise for you to be out here unsupervised."

Sam seethed as his anger intensified. The oldest archangel's voice alone grated on him, but the actual words that came out of his mouth made it worse. He wasn't a child that had to be watched every second.

"And Balthazar doesn't count," Michael continued.

"Never claimed to be a chaperone," Balthazar said.

"You can leave now," Michael said to the younger angel.

Balthazar hesitated, unsure if it was good idea to leave Michael alone with the young Nephilim. Michael had wanted to kill the boy not too long ago. He probably still did want to.

Michael glared at Balthazar. "Nothing will happen to him. I do not go against Heaven's rules, even if I disagree with them. Leave!"

Reluctantly, Balthazar got up and walked away.

"I can't believe Gabriel would allow you to roam on your own before properly training your newest ability," Michael said.

"What do you care? It's none of your business," Sam said with a glare.

"Unless he doesn't know. Have you not told him? My instructions were clear. I told you to inform your father about your pyrokinesis," Michael said with authority.

Sam stood up angrily and got in Michael's face. "I don't take orders from you, you son of bitch!"

A couple of angels, who were walking by, stopped at Sam's outburst, unable to believe that anyone would speak to Michael like that.

"Keep walking," Michael told the other angels without even turning to glance at them. Then he spoke to Sam once more. "You'd do well to understand the chain of command. Because he's your father, you'd answer to Gabriel first, but understand that archangels outrank everyone else in Heaven. I may not be in charge anymore, but should I give you an order, you still follow it. Come with me."

"Screw you!" Sam snarled as Michael started to walk away.

Michael stopped and turned back to him. "It wasn't a request. Follow me or I teleport you," he said before walking away once more. He didn't bother to check to see if Sam was following him.

Sam thought about continuing to refuse, but he was pretty sure Michael would make good on his threat. Besides, he was probably only going to force him to tell his dad the truth, which he probably wasn't going to be able put off much longer anyway.

Sam followed Michael for about ten minutes, down several hallways until they came to a room with double doors. After walking inside, Sam took a look at the room. It was a very large, empty space. By large, he meant he was pretty sure he could fit two to three small mansions in there.

"This is what we'd use to train fledglings to control their abilities. We'd train hundreds at a clip. That's why the room is so big," Michael explained.

"I'm not training with you," Sam said immediately. He could only assume that was what Michael had in mind. There was no way. He hated the bastard. There was no way he was going to spend that much time alone with him.

"I'm not very fond of the idea myself. There are much more important things I could be doing with my time. However, since you decided not to speak with your father on the issue, I have no choice. Well, I suppose I could tell him myself or tell Lucifer and he'd do so, but I feel that this is just as well. Someone needs to get you under control, someone who isn't blind to what you are and what you can do. Now I can't do what I'd like to do with you, but I can try to minimize the danger you pose," Michael said.

Sam glared daggers at him. Michael talked to him like he was a monster, like he was no better than a demon. He wasn't even a little bit shy about what he thought of him. "I'm not doing this."

Michael watched the Nephilim walk towards the doors. He waited until Sam was almost to them before flicking his wrist, causing them to close and lock.

Sam turned back to Michael. "Let me out!"

"When we're done. Now, first thing's first. I can see your anger hasn't quelled any."

"You're not on fire, are you?" Sam asked with a snarl.

Michael ignored him and went on. "You need to begin meditating every day. It helps with emotions."

"I already do that," Sam said, though he wasn't sure why he was telling Michael anything.

"Well, it's obviously not enough. Do so two or three times a day. Begin as soon as you leave here. Now, you'll come here every day until I deem otherwise, unless you decide to tell your father, which you don't seem to be too keen on for some reason. Let's get started."

"I'm not doing this!" Sam yelled.

"You will. You won't leave here until you do. I can be very patient. I have all the time in the world. I'll not allow you to become a threat to everyone here. I'm told you don't want that either. Now, are those that have said that right or am I?" Michael asked.

Sam really wanted to punch the bastard, but he doubted it would do any good. Besides, Michael wasn't wrong. He did need to train or he might hurt someone. And grudgingly, he had to admit that Michael might be the best person to train him. Anyone else that did it, he'd worry about hurting, especially his father. Michael, he wanted to hurt. Hell, maybe it would even make him feel better to set Michael on fire. "Fine."